Chapter 43

It was difficult to understand the intense amount of affection he held for that woman. He could no longer say her name out loud, and Kakashi knew that if he allowed himself the feelings of affection that if he wanted to rid himself of, then the way she made him forget everything but her eyes would return. He'd never be able to make it through the weeks without her.

The morning was crisp and fresh with the morning dew, and he could stand and wish that the names of friends would remove from the stone. He wished he could go back in time and sit by Rin and Obito and Anomie once again in bliss with the innocence of youth that he selfishly took advantage of when he was younger.

If he had known, he would have been faster, smarter. Perhaps Rin would still be alive if he had been stronger. Perhaps Obito would be alive if he had been able to throw away his pride. He tried not to think about the what if's, but they always came back to haunt him.

He didn't know what he might have done different had he known Anomie's dark future. In fact, he doubted anything would have changed her fate. He knew now that there was a darkness in her heart that overpowered everything in the light. But even knowing what he knew now, he would still find a way to fall in love with her.

He may hate everything she's done, and the spark may have faded, but he knew it was forever. It faded just enough so he could live without her.

But fate and chance had a way to come back to test him. He turned around at the new presence, noticing a woman with white hair and pink eyes. For a moment, she nearly looked like Anomie, as she once was. However, he had yet to meet a woman who matched Anomie's unrivaled beauty.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Kakashi-senpai," the woman greeted with a formal bow. Her hair was more grey than white, Kakashi notice this with a breath of relief. And immediately her very tone, stricken with formality, separated her from Anomie's image. "I'm sorry for disrupting your time in mourning. Forgive me, I shall come back later."

"I'm done here anyway," Kakashi stopped her, turning his body fully towards her as her cheeks slightly inflamed in embarrassment.

Yes, nothing like her Kakashi thought with a slight sigh.

"Hokage-sama said you'd be here," she said, her hands behind her back and giving him a sheepish glance. "I'm to be your partner for our next mission."

"Ah," Kakashi thought back to the mission scroll he had lazily tossed in his bag and didn't read.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't introduce myself. I am Nara Anemone. It is a pleasure to meet you," she said and Kakashi took notice to her name with a frown, wondering if the Hokage had done this on purpose or if Kakashi's luck was just that poor.

Maybe he smashed thousand mirrors in his lifetime, maybe one too many black cats crossed his path, maybe it was fate.

No matter what it was, his most precious people were mostly all dead, and his most precious person was doomed to haunt him until the days he held her in his arms returned. When she rested against him, it was as if the world disappeared and things were back in shape. He didn't know what type magnesium it was that drew him into her, but just when he began to think he could live without her, the smallest reminder made him realize that he couldn't.

But that didn't mean he wouldn't try.

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"You're late."

The woman's voice was grating on his ears, but he gave a sheepish, closed eye smile at the Fire Daimyō's daughter who sat in her small carriage with an indignant frown. The moment she met Kakashi's one-eyed gaze, her eyes slightly dilated and her lips opened like a fish out of water.

"Yes. That is unfortunate, but a black cat crossed my path, and I couldn't very well allow such bad luck before a mission. So I took the long way around," Kakashi explained with a shrug. Anemone slightly frowned at his explanation, as she had been anxious to begin a mission with someone as renown as Kakashi the Copy Cat Ninja. She had heard of his great feats since the moment she began in Anbu.

And she was sorely disappointed so far.

The Fire Daimyō's daughter, Osada Maemi, was obviously not. Her cheeks had inflamed and her temper had retreated the moment Kakashi had smiled. Anemone visibly sighed, getting the feeling the mission was about to get...annoying.

"W-Well, then that's that then," Maemi said, her eyes darting off to the side as her cheeks only got more red. Kakashi, either oblivious or indifferent, began to walk towards the village gates.

"Let's not waste more time then," Kakashi announced, causing Anemone to scowl.

"I got here an hour early, but whatever," Anemone grumbled, holding out her hand towards Maemi in order to help her get into the carriage.

Maemi looked repulsed before she glanced towards Kakashi. "Kakashi-kun, help me into my carriage."

Anemone slowly put down her hand, irritation sinking into her chest before she glanced towards Kakashi who scratched the back of his head. He must have been aware of the little devil's affections.

"These old bones don't work as they used to, I think it's better if my partner did all the heavy lifting," Kakashi said, causing the irritation to swell in Anemone's chest. Judging by Maemi's temper and her obvious scowl, she didn't appreciate being ignored as well.

Maemi brushed off Anemone's hand and got into the carriage on her own. Anemone, quite tired of the girl's attitude, was more than ready for the doors of the carriage to slam shut. Unfortunately, she was dealt another wave of bad luck as Maemi glanced towards Kakashi, her pupils dilated like a cat about to pounce on its prey.

"If you like, Kakashi, you can ride in here with me, after all, it must be tiresome to walk the entire way," Maemi offered, and Anemone's eyes rolled back, as the girl only extended the offer to her partner.

Kakashi couldn't have looked more disinterested, as his one visible eye was set in a deadpan and shape of his lips just barely visible through his blue mask was set in a frown. However, his voice gave nothing away as his bored expression remained unchanged. "Nah."

Maemi's face saddened with the rejection as she slipped into her carriage where Anemone prayed she would remain for the duration of the trip. Kakashi didn't look to care either way as he motioned for the horses to move, beginning the journey through the fire country.

Besides the drumming of hooves, the journey was very quiet, filled with Anemone's thoughts and her own boredom as this side activity was very different from her usual missions in Anbu. She sighed, glancing back over to Kakashi who looked to be engrossed in a book, and thanks to her spectacular vision, she was able to just barely make out some of the words.

'Nomi's blush was engulfing her face when he embraced her with bits of vibrant white hair squeezing in between his fists. He pressed up against her, prepared to strip-'

"What are you reading?" Anemone asked, her brows furrowed as that was not a sentence she would have ever expected to associate with the stoic and renown Kakashi the Cold-Blooded.

"Words," he answered, causing her lips to settle into a frown.

"It looks like smut," she retorted, ready to confiscate his book of filth.

"Don't judge a book by its cover," he told her.

"I'm not. I'm judging it by the sex scene on line 24," she told him, causing him to clutch his book into his chest.

"You're too young to understand," he told her, and before she could protest that she was probably older than him, he was already on the top of the carriage with swift footing. His book was once more opened, and he laid back and read for the next undisturbed fifteen minutes.

"Stop the carriage," came Maemi's demanding voice as she opened up the doors. Anemone quickly halted the horses, glancing towards the girl who was waiting for someone to help her off, even though the the ground was not even half a meter from the ground. Kakashi didn't look interested in helping, so Anemone begrudgingly aided her. Maemi looked disappointed, scanning the area for Kakashi, unbeknownst to her that he was on the roof.

"What is it? Home is not too far from here. It would be better for us to continue unhindered," Anemone stated, and Maemi's face reddened, whether from embarrassment or anger, Anemone was uncertain.

"I have lady problems that I need to take care of," she said, her frown deepening.

"What?" Anemone was getting rather tired of the attitude she got from the girl, especially since she was so completely civil to Kakashi.

"Lady business," Maemi's cheeks had begun to enflame, her eyes darting to the side. Anemone, however, didn't understand her meaning.

"There are a lot of trees, so piss where ever," Kakashi stated with a bored sigh from on top of the carriage, causing Maemi's head to crane quickly in his direction. Her lips opened and closed like a fish out of water as her cheeks enflamed. Anemone fought back a smirk, catching Kakashi's eye before she shrugged.

With much complaint from the rich girl being too sophisticated to be peeing in grass, Anemone escorted Maemi into the bushes, leaving Kakashi with some thankful moments of silence. His eyes traced over the words in his book, but he couldn't comprehend their meaning. Finally, he didn't end up having to read it as the carriage was promptly attacked with a barrage of kunai with bombs attached. He darted off the roof, jumping to his feet casually as he bookmarked his page, simultaneously dodging the attack of an oncoming ninja.

"Who are you?" said the attacker in frustration.

"Just a guy disappointed that his reading was interrupted," Kakashi said, but before the attacker could reply, Kakashi knocked him out.

Anemone walked out of the shade of trees and back onto the trail with a casual sigh at something Maemi had said. She took notice to the unconscious man, and Kakashi opening up his book once more. "I was gone barely eight minutes."

That's a long bathroom break, Kakashi thought with a deadpan. However, before he could reply, the carriage exploded from the bombs that he had thought were duds. Maemi let out a shrill scream that damaged his ear drums more than the explosion.

"Well, this is going to be a long journey," Kakashi muttered as Maemi began to cry and Anemone began to rub her temples.

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Anomie held an anemone flower in her palm with a soft smile as the sheepish boy's face reddened after presenting it to her. He then proceeded to compliment and flatter her while Konan scoffed in the background, wondering how the white haired beauty was able to get anything done with how many men were so quick to stop them in their path just to flirt.

The blushing boy went back to his job of grooming the flowers outside the inn, and the moment his back was turned, Anomie turned back towards Konan with a smile. "What crawled up your anus?"

"Do we have to halt our journey for every bashful, blushing boy who wishes to flirt with you?" Konan asked, and Anomie slightly chuckled, her fingers brushing aside her bangs.

"Try saying that sentence ten time fast," Anomie commented, but Konan's expression transformed into confusion.

"Why would I do that?" she asked, making Anomie shake her head.

"It's a tongue twister, you've never heard of one?" Anomie shook her head, taking a step closer as she placed her pointer fingers against the corner of Konan's lips, forcing the girl to smile. "You gotta lighten up, Konan," to emphasize her point, she placed the flower in the empty place on the left side of her head. "You look so much nicer with a flower in your hair."

Yahiko had said something similar in the past, causing Konan to often adorn her hair with a blue paper rose. She had discarded it when he died. Anomie had no care for the painful memories she forced the blue haired woman to relive, as Anomie was often uncaring and self absorbed about every aspect of her life. However, even when Anomie turned around to continue their journey, Konan still didn't remove the flower.

"It's been awhile since I've seen the Fire Daimyō, I wonder if he will remember me," Anomie's lips quirked up, but Konan doubted anyone could forget Anomie's very unique features and flirtatious personality once meeting her. Even now, undercover, Anomie still decided to wear the most bodacious and inappropriately tight kimono offered. The sleeves were baggy and long, fitted against Anomie's arms with excellent grace.

"You can't be in your body, lest he recognizes you," Konan reminded her, since Anomie like to conveniently forget. Anomie rolled her eyes, turning around and walking backwards so she could face Konan.

"Chill out, Ko-ko."

"I asked you not to call me that."

Anomie waved her hand in a dismissive manner, causing Konan's mood to turn bitter. "Even if he recognizes me, he wouldn't sell me out."

Konan wasn't as confident on such thing as Anomie seemed to be, but she doubted Anomie cared about her opinion on the matter. "What makes you so certain."

"Let's just say that his wife isn't the only one getting a bit of pussy," Anomie said none too cautiously and Konan's brows furrowed in confusion.

Anomie laughed, but her laughter was light and humorous, much different from the domineer that the girl held only months prior on previous meetings. Anomie always seemed to give the impression that she carried the world's burdens on her shoulders, now however, she carried nothing but laughter. One would think that would make this girl seem happier, but to Konan, Anomie looked hollow like an egg emptied of its yolk and whites.

"It occurs to me that you couldn't possibly understand that joke without knowing just how many cats the Fire Daimyō's wife has. Let's just say it's enough that the woman doesn't have time to worry about her husband's sexual needs."

"I got your joke, I just didn't find such crass humor very amusing," Konan informed her, causing Anomie's brow to rise as her lips twitched into an adoring smile.

"Oh? You know who would have loved that joke? Jiraiya," Anomie turned back around, taking no notice to the way Konan had frozen as if she had just been dunked in ice. "Now, there's a man who probably knows what he's doing when he gets under the sheets. I mean, he's imagined being on top of a woman since he was a toddler. However, I'm more of an over the covers kind of girl."

"You've met Jiraiya the Toad Sage," Konan's usual deadpan of a voice seemed smaller, but Anomie didn't really pay much attention to that noise and vulnerability. She didn't much find much benefit for her to exploit it, as she wouldn't gain anything from it.

"Sure. Last I saw him was in a brothel. You'd think he'd want to bend me over backwards and taste my Icha Icha Paradise, but instead he sprouted all that honor related bullshit about not paying for sex," Anomie slightly scoffed, turning her head so she could look Konan in the eyes. "Between you and me, I think he only said that because he's broke. Cheap fuck."

"Do you love hearing yourself speak so much?" Konan muttered with a sigh.

Anomie chuckled once more, stopping in front of the mansion that belonged to the Fire Daimyō. It was rather big, encrusted with gold linings around the borders. It had to be at least three stories, with the top being a double eave roof. Anomie quickly lost interest in the architecture, as she turned towards Konan.

"Tell the truth, you secretly love my voice," Anomie said, but she didn't give Konan the chance to reply as she turned into smoke and disappeared.

Konan's sigh was deep and full of malice as she to disappeared from her spot, but she disappeared the normal ninja way. Anomie, however, used her far more draining method just because she thought it made her look cool.

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Anomie grabbed the Fire Daimyō by his arm, her lips quirking up as she made eye contact. "Osada Fujikake," she greeted with a smile. "It's been forever, how's the wife?"

"Koneko," his eyes widened and she visibly saw his deep and long swallow as he took a step back in freight.

At the nickname, Anomie let out an impressively convincing purr as she took a step forward. Her eyes were narrowed as she took an extra long glance at his wrinkled skin that loosely covered his face. She wondered she could make shapes as if he were made of clay.

"You're right. When it's just the two of us, the last thing you want to think about is your wife," she took a step forward and watched with amusement as he mirrored her movements with a step back of his own.

"I-if this is some kind of revenge-" he quickly stuttered out with shaking knees, not wanting to get on the bad side of the woman who slaughtered so many.

"Revenge? For what dear?" Anomie asked, and he gulped.

She recalled their affair sometime during her serving in Anbu, but it was so irrelevant to her life that she never bothered getting hung up over it. As if she remembered half the people who have bent her over. It didn't even deserve a chapter in her life.

"If this is about your suspension from Anbu, I only pushed it so heavily because-" he was interrupted by quiet laughter.

"Don't tell me that you're talking about my house arrest back in Anbu." It was so long ago that it was a wonder she could remember such a trivial thing anymore. "Are you insinuating that you were so worried that your wife would find out about our little...fling, that you sold me down the river for a crime I didn't even commit?"

"So you say. Your name never even got the chance to be cleared before you so elegantly tarnished your own reputation," he reminded her nervously. She smirked, taking a step forward, her lips brushing against his ear.

"I killed the Uchiha elders, women, children, Anbu," she giggled about something that once kept her up at night. "I obviously have no problem admitting to crimes. I might even be a little proud about the Uchiha massacre. Do you really think I would hide from a crime if I did commit it." She smiled sweetly, slamming him into the wall, his head clashing against the hard wood before his weak and brittle back slid down the wood and he surrendered to unconsciousness.

Anomie looked down at her shaking hands in confusion. Is that resentment I feel? Ah, it's sorrow. That's no good. So she pushed it down and once more felt nothing and it felt so adequate...feeling nothing.

She turned into smoke and entered the Fire Daimyō's mouth. She never liked possessing the elderly, but it would do until she got him past the guards. She made pleasantries with those she passed, before running straight into the Fire Daimyō's advisor, causing Anomie to inwardly curse.

"Your daughter seems to still be delayed," the man said, and Anomie sighed.

"Yes, send out some scouts and see if they can meet her halfway," Anomie ordered, causing him to nod before he continued his way.

She escaped into Fujikake's room, already seeing Konan standing stiffly in the middle of the room. She didn't bother concealing her presence since she knew Anomie would succeed in possessing the old man.

"Let's get this over with," Anomie said with a sigh, causing Konan's lips to twitch up. Anomie did notice that the flower still remained on the blue haired woman's head.

"What's with the impatience?" Konan asked even though she knew.

"I have a penis right now," Anomie reminded her, with a crass simper. "And a wrinkly one at that."

"This was your idea. I recommended just possessing the daughter and dangling yourself out in the open for Tamaki Dairo to attempt to rape," Konan reminded.

"His new fetish for rich virgins is gross," Anomie wrinkled her nose, escaping Fujikake's body and letting it slump to the ground.

"As opposed to his normal fetish for underage virgins," Konan asked, sitting on the bed and crossing her legs. She caught Anomie's eye as she checked the Daimyō's pulse, finding it was slow. His body would not take well to possession. He'd also be unconscious for at least another hour.

"Was that sarcasm?" Anomie took a step closer, kneeling down in front of Konan's resting her arms on top of one another, on top of Konan's knees. Anomie rested her chin against her for arms as her eyes met Konan's gaze. "Are you softening that shell for me?"

Konan scoffed, but she didn't knock Anomie's arms off her knees. "If that's what you want to believe."

"If we are going to be partners, we might as well get along. As far as Akatsuki members go, I rather enjoy your company."

"The feeling isn't mutual," Konan told her, knocking off Anomie's arms and causing the girl to giggle.

"If you say so."

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Kakashi sighed, exiting the cover of trees and meeting up with Anemone who left Maemi's side in order to get Kakashi's uptake. She took notice to the small cloth that he held in his hand before used it to rub off the blood from his tanto.

"Did he talk?" Anemone asked, and Kakashi glanced back towards Maemi.

"A little too much," Kakashi said with a grimace.

"And?"

"Looks like someone has been targeting the daughter of the Mist Daimyō and is now after our Fire Daimyō's kin. He apparently hired a few highway men to intercept her journey back home," Kakashi said, and Anemone sighed. "They don't seem too strong or too smart."

"The carriage blew up. You tell her that she has to walk the entire way back."

Maemi picked up on that last sentence with pale cheeks. "I have to walk the way back?" She quickly shook her head. "I will do no such thing."

Kakashi gave the girl a sheepish smile. "We can't very much stay here."

Maemi glanced to the side, her cheeks reddening as she bit her bottom lip. "I guess you will just have to carry me then."

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"Can you not pout? This isn't the ideal situation for me either," Anemone said as she glanced towards the girl on her back while Kakashi continued to read his book in silence as they walked along the path. The situation continued to be annoying for Anemone who just wanted the mission to be over with.

"You are a real nuisance. It would have been more than adequate for just Kakashi to take me home," Maemi stated with a bitter frown.

"You know what," Anemone dropped the girl onto the ground, crossing her arms across her chest as her lips contorted into an equally bitter smile. "You can walk for all I care." Anemone walked past Kakashi who had paused to see her slight meltdown.

Anemone scolded herself the moment it was finished, deciding that this temper was why she hasn't been promoted yet. Instead the promotions were handed to the practically stoic and statue-like Itachi who had the personality of a fucking moose.

And don't even get me started on Tsukasa's recent promotions, Anemone thought with a frown.

Kakashi glanced towards Maemi, looking away from his book for the first time in half an hour. "Probably not the best idea to just sit there. Someone is after your life you know."

Maemi stood up with an indignant frown and a stomp of her foot. "Someone is always after my life. How you both do your job and make sure I stay safe!"

"Thanks for telling me that, I nearly forgot the mission and my duties," Kakashi said in a tone so bland that Maemi couldn't tell if he was mocking her.

They made it before nightfall, save for a couple breaks here there since Maemi had the endurance of a koala. Kakashi, adamant about immediately heading home, was stopped when he glanced over the bodyguards of the Fire Daimyō, who was nowhere in sight, which was odd in itself since he usually came out to greet his daughter upon her return. Maemi seemed to notice her missing father from the way she glanced around the area and behind the bodyguards.

"Good to see you're home, lady Osada," stated the advisor of the Daimyō. "We send out a search party to scout out your whereabouts, but they came back empty-handed."

Kakashi raised his brow at this information, having seen no such search party on the trial. It wasn't as if he strayed from it as it was pretty much a straight journey from Konoha to the Fire Daimyō's hidden village.

"Let's go home," Anemone muttered at as she made eye contact with Kakashi. She was more than ready to put as much distance between herself and Osada Maemi as possible. Unfortunately, Kakashi had other plans as he let out a sleepy yawn.

"In the morning. Best to not leave in darkness," Kakashi told her with a closed eye smile that made Anemone's lips form into a pout.

"As you wish," she said, although she wanted to decline.

Maemi, who had been eavesdropping in a not so discrete manner, immediately brightened her smile. "Oh, you should stay in the manner. We have a bunch of extra rooms and it's far more comfortable than an inn."

"I actually like inns, but thanks," Anemone said, causing Maemi to send her a slight glare.

"Then you can stay in an inn, but Kakashi-kun can be my honored guest. It will be fun," Maemi's lips were curled into a grin, her cheeks set with a slight blush.

He very much doubted anything on this mission would be fun, but he walked forward to follow the bodyguards while Anemone sighed and followed him reluctantly despite not wanting to. After all, partners stick together.

"Oh. You're coming after all," Maemi said, no longer looking simpered at her opportunity to get closer to Kakashi.

"Well," Anemone muttered, glancing off to the side as they walked into the mansion, making sure to strip her shoes off before entering. She lifted them up from the ground and quickly shoved them into her bag, lest there was a surprise attack which was common on missions, and she didn't want to end up shoe-less. "How could I resist the offer of free food and lodging?" She gave Maemi a sweet smile that reminded Kakashi very much of Anomie.

"Honored daughter," the Fire Daimyō's voice was amused as he came closer upon Kakashi's arrival into the mansion. Maemi quickly wrapped her arms around her father, bring him into an affectionate embrace. "I am glad to see you home safe."

"Lord Daimyō," Kakashi bowed his head to him, Anemone following suit.

"Kakashi-kun, good to see you once again," Fujikake said with a small smirk as he used his foldable fan to brush the air into his face. Fujikake turned towards Anemone with a raised brow. "And a new face."

"It is a pleasure to formally meet you. I am Nara Anemone," Anemone said, her bow a perfect 90 degree angle.

Whatever Fujikake's expression was, it was hidden behind his fan. "A beauty such as yourself, being named after such a lovely flower. How fitting."

Anemone gave a slightly embarrassed smile that made Maemi roll her eyes as her father once more flirted with any woman he could make eye contact with, despite her mother being so close in the mansion. "You flatter me, my lord." Anemone was slightly disgusted at the idea of such an old man flirting with her, but she'd be damned if she showed any disrespect for a man who could have her promoted at a word.

"You two are probably exhausted. As a part of my gratitude for your optimal care for my daughter, I hope you find your accommodations to your liking," Fujikake smirked, closing the fan and walking away, and his daughter sent one last lingering glance towards Kakashi before following after her father.

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"Will you shut up already? I'm not going to hurt your daughter," Anomie stated, glancing into the mirror, feeling Fujikake's irritation from his body that she possessed.

"Daddy? Where are you?" Maemi's voice was grating, like glass scraping against steel. Anomie glanced over the corner of the wall. More than that, she was clingy. Perhaps a rape would actually do her some good in learning that in this world, not everything handed to you is a good thing.

"I might hurt her a little bit," Anomie muttered, causing Fujikake to let out an annoying plea. She let him hold consciousness mostly because she didn't want to have to remember everyone's names. He would share whatever information she needed, and if he didn't, she'd start killing his family. It seemed like an even trade.

Seeing Kakashi was a bit of a surprise, but this time she wouldn't let him know she was here. She was faster, smarter, and stronger this time around. She wouldn't be caught unaware or rush into danger because she didn't want to live, only to make it out just fine because she was too afraid to die.

This time she wasn't afraid of anything. She didn't love anything. She was just...adequate. Indifferent. Undisturbed.

And that was just fine.

Author's Note

It's been kind of hard to get into the inspiration of writing lately. That's mostly for personal reasons due to a boy (how annoying are boy troubles huh?).

This week's chapter is a 白百合 Shirayuri which means Purity/Chastity/lesbian love (which is also called yuri). It is a white lily.

Does anyone else think it funny that in all this time, I still haven't used the flower for lesbian love? Especially considering how gay Anomie is.

Anyone else notice that I'm barely showing Anomie's actual thought process even though it is in her POV? There's a reason for that since there isn't much going on up in that head of hers. Pretty much everything she thinks, she says. That's the benefit of repressing your emotions is that you don't have too much to hide. But like everything else in her life, this will probably bite her in the ass too aha. Konan and Anomie's relationship is kind of cute in my opinion, and I already have an idea on how will that develop. It doesn't help that Anomie isn't very loyal to one person so she's probably okay with multiple lover interests.

I've been listening to a lot of Jaymes Young songs lately, I highly recommend the song I'll Be Good.